hungOVER YOU (The Dream of the Casual User)

You were like a drug to me, picked up so casually

just because I thought you seemed fun

and when I was spiraling, you took me viciously, to my knees

but ever after always offered a hand back up

I knew it felt wrong, when friends and family warned me off, I gloated that I "knew better"

and the most addictive drugs, the ones that feel best, are the ones that were made for medicine

Numb, isolated, bored, but... ok

Screaming, crying, fighting... no, I'm not okay

I'm dying but I want another hit, I'm missing you because you fit

my life was such a mess, before and after you

So what did I lose?

to reclaim that island of me, surrounded by your toxic sea, lime green

seething with monsters at the edge of the beach

grains of sand like broken glass, a thousand cuts on my hands but in I sink

because it stings, but then I embrace the heat: battery acid and brandy

down my throat like a toxic shot, a shock, another hit of adrenaline and co-dependancy

give it to me

i don't want it

i hate you

i love you

i can't take anymore of this cycle

i'm dizzy spinning in this spiral

i want off this ride, it's a carnival

of nightmares

i want to wake up

we're done

Optimism (with Frozen Needs)

Some days I want to write and write and write, and then there are others... the days where I feel as though I physically would choke and die if I attempted to open my journal and put ink on page. I remember that choke . I used to feel it tighten my throat whenever I cracked open a box of cheap wine and realized I had drank more than intended the night before and could not make it through an entire day with the remaining contents of the sloshing, poisonous bag. I used to feel it whenever I attempted stepping out of the house, and unless it was for another box of wine, I often let it defeat me. "The Gift of Fear" I thought, priding myself on being so good and so gentle with the mental illnesses that trapped me in that apartment for five slippery sloshing years. Mental illness does not deserve my kind regard. Recently, I've been feeling pretty down on myself, because at 235 days, I am not a saint. The miraculous transformation I expected to continue in...

Partnership (with Benefits)

A Thought from last night... Usually, I have very nebulous reasons for staying in a partnership. It was something I placed more on myself: "I like the way I feel when he..." or "He makes me..." and the longevity was usually based on my perception of their capacity to put up with my bullshit. Small fights breaking out isn't new for me, but not feeling more secure in the relationship bonds after a tit (or alternatively, breaking things off completely) is strange territory. E. is not afraid to walk away after a fight. He makes it very clear that he stays here so long as he chooses to, and I respect that so long as it's benefiting him, he will find it easier to choose my company. I am very much the same way. Thank god we both prefer to talk over conflicts (after a healthy cooling-off period) and find compromises within those conflicts. I find it somewhat important that a partnership doesn't crumble the first time voices are raised. And I'm ve...

Thankstaking (with Hunger Pangs)

I should know better by now, than to give into the solitude. The familiarity of self-destruction, but once more I choose to celebrate only Me. Another holiday where I stay indoors, where things never change, where I stay in control of my environment in the same way a fish can move pebbles around its bowl. I know better than to smoke, but I bought another pack today. One last hurrah , except this time its Cowboy Killers, red on white, an exciting stranger in my home. I take the world in 5 minute, burning breaks, lungs tense and aching, and I suffocate the bright sunshine, the riotously colored trees, and the unseasonable weather, which somehow helps me disconnect myself from the experience outside of my front porch. My head aches. I am sick, but I am too disassociated to care. It is a Feeling , and like many others, it can be suppressed if I smoke until I'm dizzy and drink lukewarming coffee until I'm jittery. It's the closest thing to bein...

Life & Death, with Flowers in-Between

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